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"Dear Zaghir!

Another man standing beside him shouted the name of the eighth prince of the Royal Drake as a blow of the ice spear suddenly released from the frozen egg pierced the head of the man in the hood.

Even as he rushes under Zaghir, who falls from his knees, the men in the hood freeze and cannot move, neither do the legs of the sailors who were guarding the perimeter of the breeding shed.

Taking his eyes off the scope of the M24A2 and checking extensively on the situation - the young creatures of the Empress Ant were suddenly stopped moving and watching.

Again, that man in the hood turned out to be Cotty's brother - Prince Zaghir of the Drake royal family, but why did he die suddenly?

Zaghir was chanting something. Considering I could hear that phrase, it must be something different from magic without magic - a "fellow system”.

But before that pedigree skill was activated, something hatched from the egg attacked Zaghir and killed him with one blow.

I don't think anyone who hatched understood what Zaghir was up to. He attacked those who stood in front of him for no reason or judgment - apparently someone who had just hatched from an egg has a rather ferocious personality.

"Ko, this morbidity... what can I do..."

"I don't need to worry... Without Master Zaghir, we would only die here..."

"Hey, I'm not kidding! We don't get paid if our client dies!

"That's right! You're not giving up on your own!

The two surviving hoods, supposedly Zaghir's escort, will stay frozen on their feet. Drop, and they're not even willing to escape the scene.

Conversely, the sailors were crushing the ice at their feet with their weapons and regaining their freedom of movement, but they were not going to help the men in the hood. I was exploring someone hatched in a breeding shed and how to get out of a toddler surrounding me.

But my gaze is nailed to the front of the breeding shed more than the movements of such sailors or the bewilderment of the young creatures.

I don't see the state of the eggs, but the ice spear through Zaghir's head melts and turns into water, and from inside the breeding cabin I hear the crushing sound of cracking ice.

Coming out...

I'm about to break the ice shell and come out. Peek again at the scope of M24A2 and hang your finger on the trigger. It's hard to shoot through a breeding shed, more than hatched... it's better to accurately visualize the subject and shoot through a steeple.

Stop jiggling and focus ahead of the scope -.

The young creatures are also wary of something crawling out of their eggs. No, it's more like we know more about the dangers of Soviet than anyone else, taking a little distance and going away.

I waited for Soytz to come out of the shadow of the breeding shed while checking the motion with the light point shown on the map.

The sailors also know that something comes out of the eggs. As soon as I saw the siege of the toddler body begin to collapse, I rushed over to the wounded and began to cast the magic of recovery -.

Now an ice spear was ejected through the walls of the breeding shed and a big hole was made in the upper body of the sailor, who began to cast magic.

"Guh......"

"Wow!

In an instant the desperate sailor covered himself with the injured sailor, and only the screams of the confused sailor echoed.

"Ma, don't use magic! You react to magic or skill. We're gonna drag the wounded out into the ocean, after the cure!

The sailors weren't the only ones who noticed the second ice spear scared. The siege of the young creatures collapses even further, trying to escape and rushing to the shrubs.

He's fast on the run... Speaking of which, even Mr. Malta's request for an escort made that threesome of beast races flee at a glance. If the situation in which we are placed is bad, it may be stained to flee for self-preservation.

The sailors went to the coastline, the young creatures fled to cross to the shrub forests, and what remains of the camp is the sailor's corpse and cloudy puddle - and something hatched from the eggs, retreating the young creatures, who should still have largely secured a number of advantages.

Only the cracking sound of ice heard from inside the breeding shed continued to ring in the campsite, which gradually regained its tranquility.

And it stopped too - coming out.

Things that pierced Zaghir's head without question, reacting to magic and killing unwilling to attack. Those two shots alone escaped the juvenile body, and that was also proof of considerable power.

Only the light points shown in the breeding cabin remain on the map, which can be seen moving slowly, and the force is unintentionally applied to the fingers to be hung on the trigger -.

Come on, come on -!

"- Cue?"

But what came inside the scope was a lizard - no, that - that's a dragon that grows beautiful water-colored hair in a clear way. At first glance, we can see that it is an organism that reigns at the apex of nature.

Hostile is unsavory - judging it that way by intuition, removing the slightly trembling finger from the tension from the trigger.

The dragon baby only takes his head out of the shade of the breeding shed and looks around and looks like he's looking for something.

Destroy the fence with one, two steps and vigilance, exposing your whole body to the outside of the breeding cabin - I would have just said that it is less than a meter in size, a body somewhat smaller than frozen eggs, but the water colored body hair seems as clear as eggs, and you can see many vascular-like tubes circling your body.

The tube was pulsating with a radiant liquid of extreme color, so brilliant that even I in "The Exorcism" could tell that it was an intense flow of magic.

"Cu ~"

The dragon baby rang again. My eyes aren't open yet, or I'm cumming my nose and peeking around. I'm looking into something by trying to stroke Zaghir's body with his tail, who lost his head, but does it act as a tactile touch?

"... cum"

- I don't know, but he didn't like it.

While moving away from Zaghir's body like he had lost interest and with four legs that were unwavering, he now examined the clouds that the toddler had dissolved.

"...... cu ~ cu"

This doesn't seem to work either - no, I don't know what's right, but that baby doesn't seem to be carnivorous.

Looking at the jitter - you still can't open your eyes, you crashed from your face to the ground on a collapsed protective fence.

"Cuh!" "Ouch!

At that time - the sound of the dragon's baby followed by machine audio translated by an automated translation function.

Is that the word of the dragon?

Since no roaring or gagging voices of warcraft or sub-races had ever been translated before, I thought the automated translation function was something that only translated people's words. The only exception is about the warewolf of the Lord of the Labyrinth (Dungeon Master), but I don't think that baby born of an egg is as ”unjust” as I am.

But if it's a highly intelligent dragon word, the automated translation feature seems to work.

Maybe being able to translate means being able to communicate the will.

The dragon baby gave up moving around and was sitting on the spot. You're still trying to look around with your invisible eyes, shaking your neck slowly. He let his long tail play, swept the ground, cleverly wrapped the pebble in his tail, picked it up, and threw it poignantly far away.

From its lonely and unfaithful appearance, he felt an affection that seemed not to be the Lord who pierced Zaghir's head and drilled a great hole in the sailor's upper body.

Do you want to come closer...

Dragons are such powerful creatures that they are called the champions of nature. Unlike the Warcraft, it is said to possess high intelligence and mighty magic. I don't know how Zaghir got the Dragon Egg, but I guess his life from the Baishburn Empire was to use his pedigree skills (Fellow System) and subjugate the Dragon as a pet.

I don't know what you're going to make me do after I subjugate you, but if you get a dragon, albeit a baby, its power is comparable to that of a great power.

You can leave that baby here, but there's also the possibility that blood skills will be sent in anew. In order to crush the prospects of the Baishburn Empire, move that baby elsewhere - it's dastardly.

Rise from the bush, release the gilly suit and return the M24A2 to the inventory as well. I don't know if it would work, but I got the ARX-160 ready again and slowly walked out to the campsite.